[ in another time, he'd take rex's tongue from his mouth as repayment for the injury he's attempt to cause one of the ennead. this is no longer that era, nor is he permitted to be that person - it is long past the time he was graciously allowed to run rampant in egypt, filling himself with blood and wine and incense. the other gods let it happen, until someone had the grace to dethrone the evil that had ruled for so long.

pathetic, cringing gods with no eyes for anything other than their own preservation. ra, he could understand the stance of - none stood higher than ra, after all; none could fathom what she saw or what she did, save for ra. even he didn't bother understanding his grandparent's mind, in the way that he now struggled to understand rex.

the anger was gone within him, replaced by the sobering reminder: understand them, was burned into his soul -- and it was with that in mind, that he lifted the hand marked dark with his curse. he held it up, as if to halt rex's onslaught - to command the child take a breath. ]

I caused the world a lot of grief, [ he doesn't refute it, ] but, I know that I'm not responsible for your own.

[ he may have allowed ( and encouraged ) atrocities, but not whatever rex has gone through, witnessed. ]

-- I suppose I'm here to hear you out, regardless. Come back. You're not wrong.